1812, the beginning of the French Invasion of Russia...

Napoleon and his troops had been travelling for hundreds of miles at this point without stopping. His men were tired and eager to lie down and rest, though he refused and pushed forward. The harsh winters weren't helping the problem either.

The sounds of hooves and small groans and complaints echoed quietly around him as he led his army closer and closer to the border of Russia itself. Getting closer and closer to executing his plan.

Soon enough, one of his men collapsed from exhaustion, lying in the snow, clearly worn out. Napoleon stopped, pausing before he turned. "We shall rest." He said firmly before he ordered the medic to tend to the fallen soldier. Napoleon turned away, scouting around the area to make sure there were no Russian troops spying on them.